Heechul / Ryeowook / Sweaty
Super Junior Generator: Heechul / Ryeowook / Sweaty
Rating: PG-13
The only sound resonating in the room was their breaths, hard and heavy. The air was pregnant with the scent of a desire for something that wasn’t supposed to be. A brief glance towards each other was all they needed before continuing on. Silence between the two men only continued. Outside the room was silence bathed in darkness. Few other people were in the building and fewer others on this floor. They desired this almost isolation, though their presence together wasn’t a secret.
Ryeowook was the first to let out a breathy moan, collapsing onto his back. His bare chest shone with a clear layer of sweat. There was a low arch in his back with each gasping breath. An equally sweaty chest moved over his, both starting to arch and bend into each other, lungs seeming to speak to each other in the silence as they slowly synced together.
“We’re not done yet.”
Cold words. A cold voice. It didn’t waver despite such harsh movements earlier. They locked eyes and the younger couldn’t stop the small shiver that went down his spine, despite the blazing heat contained in the room. Everything about the man above him was cold. Analyzing. Pressuring.
Motivating.
He reached up, his fingers gliding through short black locks. He could feel heat against his fingers but coldness between them. He was so much tanner than the elder. The younger’s gaze flicked towards the difference in the skin tone but it did not last long as the body above him moved.
He stood in the light and casted a shadow over the youth. Even in the elder’s absence of group activities, he was still in his shadows. Not for much longer. He was determined to change that. A pale hand reached down towards him. A hint of the warmth he was familiar with. He grabbed onto the offer, pulling himself onto his feet, a bit unsteady.
A hand, a perfect hand, was placed against his stomach, balancing him. The taller man’s eyes gaze shifted down towards the muscle growing beneath his hand. The two locked eyes once more. He could swear his saw a glint of lust in Heechul’s eyes.
“We’re not done yet.”
The paler turned away. Cold. Ryeowook could only bite back a smile and return to his workout. No, they weren’t done yet.
Rating: PG-13
The only sound resonating in the room was their breaths, hard and heavy. The air was pregnant with the scent of a desire for something that wasn’t supposed to be. A brief glance towards each other was all they needed before continuing on. Silence between the two men only continued. Outside the room was silence bathed in darkness. Few other people were in the building and fewer others on this floor. They desired this almost isolation, though their presence together wasn’t a secret.
Ryeowook was the first to let out a breathy moan, collapsing onto his back. His bare chest shone with a clear layer of sweat. There was a low arch in his back with each gasping breath. An equally sweaty chest moved over his, both starting to arch and bend into each other, lungs seeming to speak to each other in the silence as they slowly synced together.
“We’re not done yet.”
Cold words. A cold voice. It didn’t waver despite such harsh movements earlier. They locked eyes and the younger couldn’t stop the small shiver that went down his spine, despite the blazing heat contained in the room. Everything about the man above him was cold. Analyzing. Pressuring.
Motivating.
He reached up, his fingers gliding through short black locks. He could feel heat against his fingers but coldness between them. He was so much tanner than the elder. The younger’s gaze flicked towards the difference in the skin tone but it did not last long as the body above him moved.
He stood in the light and casted a shadow over the youth. Even in the elder’s absence of group activities, he was still in his shadows. Not for much longer. He was determined to change that. A pale hand reached down towards him. A hint of the warmth he was familiar with. He grabbed onto the offer, pulling himself onto his feet, a bit unsteady.
A hand, a perfect hand, was placed against his stomach, balancing him. The taller man’s eyes gaze shifted down towards the muscle growing beneath his hand. The two locked eyes once more. He could swear his saw a glint of lust in Heechul’s eyes.
“We’re not done yet.”
The paler turned away. Cold. Ryeowook could only bite back a smile and return to his workout. No, they weren’t done yet.